Secrets

The funeral

I snap back to reality as my father puts his hand on my shoulder. "I know this is hard but you'll get over it." "We're at her funeral! Can't you let my be sad for a little bit?!" "Sadness is an emotion that causes you to be weak." I stalk off, looking for my foster brother, Josh. Josh is 12 and my mom was going to adopt him, but now he's going to a group home until Someone else takes him in. Today is my last day here before I have to move to LA with my dad, and I'm absolutely terrified.
"Hey Joshy!" I say ruffling his hair. "Hey sis. I wish you didn't have to go. I lost mom and now I'm losing you..." He says tearing up. "Oh josh I know..." I say hugging him. I tilt his head up at me and say "Dont you worry baby, you aren't losing me. I'll come visit you every chance I get." "Promise?" "I promise."
After the funeral I go home and josh and I finish packing. I look around at my now bare walls, and reminisce about all the good times here. The tears, laughs, sleepless nights. I had my first kiss right here, in front of my dresser. How can I just leave?
I grab my picture of me and Mom at the beach when I was 6, and me and Josh on his 4th birthday, just a week after I met him. We had just met, but we were absolutely love. I was 9 and had my curly blond hair in pigtails. I had the biggest smile as I held him for the picture. I was a small child and he was practically as big as me, but i thought of him as my baby so I had to hold him. You would never guess we were siblings, because I was a pale little blonde girl, and he's chubby dark skinned dark haired boy. But we were meant to be siblings at heart. I put the picture in my bag, and grab what's left. I'm about to go check on Josh when I hear a beep. I run down stairs to se the social worker that's picking up Josh. I drop my stuff as soon as I see Josh, eyes wide and scared, putting his stuff in the car. He sees me and runs towards me, and I open my arms for him. He crashes into me, and we're hugging, our tears mixing together. The social worker tugs his hand, and starts pulling him towards the car, but he holds on to my other hand and struggles. I pull him towards me, not willing to let go. The social worker is yelling at us and my dad hears and runs out. My dad grabs me from behind and tries to pull me and josh apart. Our fingers slip and josh is being dragged to the car as I kick and scream trying to get away from my dad. "I love you josh! I love you! I'll come back for you I swear" I scream as he drives away. As soon as he's out of sight I go numb. My only reason to carry on is gone. "Im ready to go." I say twisting out of my dads hold and grabbing my last couple bags of the porch. I put them in the car and hop in. My dad gets in and says "if you ever act that way again it will be the last thing you do."